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Adopted part 4

another part of the story. and to the guy who keeps complaining about the tags. don’t worry about it just enjoy the story.

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Under Tori’s Butt

This is a story about butt-style facesitting and the joys of a male who craved it for years. Sometimes, our cravings bring more than we anticipated. This is not a story of sex but more of ass adoration.

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An Edited Life, Part 1

The hot bath was a welcome friend.
My eyes closed as my body sank into the deep tub, the lavender and chamomile-infused water seemingly embracing me as I inched into it, sighing softly as my frame nestled against the tub’s bottom.
It had been a hectic six months. Nearly a year earlier, a developer contacted me about coming to work in a planned community along the Indiana bank of the Ohio River, not terribly far from my hometown. The idea intrigued me, less for its proximity to home than for the town that was being built from nothing but gently-rolling hills and the challenges of the position I’d been offered.
When Alan Mercer first shared his vision, I was, admittedly, skeptical. He’d acquired five square miles of somewhat desolate land, several miles upstream from Louisville, Kentucky. On it, he was developing what could best be described as a playground for the youthful and educated. From the mixed-used buildings – with restaurants and retail and street level and apartments and condos above – to the sprawling riverfront park with its golf course, softball fields and amphitheater; to the winery and you-pick-it farm at the site’s fringe; to the enclosed water taxis that went back and forth to downtown Louisville, Mercer had seemingly thought of everything.
My role was to serve as the assistant editor of the development-owned media, keeping residents and visitors abreast of anything and everything that had to do with The Meadows at River’s Edge. The job was a hybrid of journalism and public relations, but about eighty-five percent of the development’s adults and a fast-growing number of its visitors were plugged in to our work, and neither its importance or its salary and significant perks were lost on me.
As my body absorbed the water’s warmth, it struck me how little I was plugged in to my new hometown. Several months had passed between Mercer’s offer and the actual move, and now six months into my new life, I realized I was living an endless procession of ten- to twelve-hour work days, with little to no human interaction after leaving the office.
That had to change.
My thoughts began to drift more deeply into my loneliness. The only man I’d really given a second look during the past six months was Andre Gregory, my editor. About five years older than me, Andre is a rock-solid six-foot-three, with a shaved head and crystal-clear chocolate skin. His smooth, deep voice is the sort one would want melting them to sleep night after night.
At times, the little smiles that often accompany Andre’s glances seemed knowing, almost taunting, causing my tummy to flutter slightly. Even as he’d always interacted with me as a gentleman, his look – THE look – often made me wonder what he was thinking.
But Andre was not only a co-worker, he was my boss. Tempted? Yes. But I could never let it happen.
As my bath lingered, I noticed the water cooling. No longer was steam drifting from its surface and a chill was beginning to run through me. Grudgingly climbing from the tub, I wrapped towels around my body and head and walked into bedroom, surprised to find that more than thirty minutes had passed since I’d sought refuge in the water.
Tonight, I was going out. This playground in which I’d found myself had become a lonely place, and with the awakening of spring and having the weekend off, this wasn’t a Friday night to be wasted as so many others had been since my arrival.
It’s been so long since my last night out, I felt almost inept to dress myself athletic, five-foot-nine frame for anything other than a day at the office. After what seemed like an eternity of indecision, my hand reached into the closet and came out with a hanger that contained a blue, floral-print figure-skater dress. Admittedly, it was almost too short, its skirt reaching just below my tush. But, hey, one can’t afford to spend a rare evening out unnoticed.
It was but a 10-minute walk from my apartment to the club at which I’d decided to spend the evening it. Strolling along the river, it struck me that I was turning some heads as others passed, including one poor bastard whose wife or girlfriend rewarded his glance at me with an open-handed slap to the back of his head.
The journey was both unsettling and gratifying.
The music from Escape was noticeable from about half a block away, its pulse growing louder with each step. The lobby was crowded as was the club itself, but an open table next to the dance floor beckoned, so I sat, relaxed, ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and began taking everything in.
Journalists are awful about mentally picking people apart, perhaps as a defense mechanism as much as anything. As my gaze flowed around the club, I began to analyze the people around me. That man with the tacky gold chains and his shirt open by about two buttons too many ought to head straight back to 1975 where he belongs. The fifty-something woman just a tad overweight for the spandex in which she was clad was probably mistaken to be hitting on twenty-something men.
Time passed and several drinks had flowed through my lips, and it suddenly struck me that a Friday night at home in front of the television might not have been a bad idea.
It was approaching midnight and nearly two hours had been wasted at the club. It was becoming more and more obvious that with no hope of companionship in sight and after having finished off a couple of drinks, it might be time to leave.
“How interesting,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, from behind, “my dormant flower has emerged from her hole with the spring’s warmth.”
Though I turned my head, it wasn’t necessary to see my editor before I knew it was he who had teased me, using my dress’s print as imagery to poke fun at my lack of socialization.
His hand reached over my shoulder, grabbing one of the empty glasses on the table at which I sat, lifting it to his nose and taking a breath before snickering, “Drinking vodka and cranberry juice alone while surrounded by people; how absolutely typical of you.”
Though a smile crossed my lips, the emptiness I felt outside of work had become a bit painful. I grabbed my purse from the table, stood and turned, muttering, “I was just leaving actually,” only to feel his hand against my tummy as he said, “Oh no you don’t. You spend six months doing nothing but working and you think you’re heading home at eleven on a Friday night when you’ve the weekend off?”
My tummy fluttered slightly at his touch, and I glanced at him and said, “You won’t let me leave?”
He said nothing, smiling as he shook his head, grabbing my purse and returning it to the table before sitting in the chair across from me. Andre then motioned for the waitress standing nearby, ordering another vodka and cranberry for me and a Woodford Reserve on the rocks for himself.
Andre reached across the table, taking my hand in his, briefly saying nothing as he looked at me.
“Not once can I remember you mentioning a date, socializing, anything that would lead me to believe you’ve allowed yourself to enjoy a life outside of our work,” he said.
His observation did nothing for my self-confidence, and I caught myself struggling to find the right words with which to respond.
“The opportunities just haven’t been there,” I said, immediately realizing how hollow my words sounded.
“No,” he said. “The opportunities are there, you’ve just not taken advantage of them.”
Our drinks arrived, and I quickly grabbed my glass, lifting it to my lips before I said something else that left me coming across like a child making poorly-engineered excuses for unacceptable behavior.
“Look around us,” Andre continued. “It’s Friday night, the club is packed with people and I found you sitting here alone. If I had to guess, I’d say you picking them apart, person by person, so that you had a prefabricated veto in hand, in the event that any of them dared approach you.”
I caught myself – barely – before I spit my drink on the table.
“That’s exactly what I’d been doing,” I said with a smirk, realizing how observant Andre had been of my personality during the past half year.
The chat – which was more a polite lecture than anything – continued, with Andre chiding me for burying myself in my work when it wasn’t necessary for me to work at all, given that the trust my parents had set up for me afforded me considerably more financial independence than a career in journalism ever would.
What bothered me most about Andre’s friendly rant was that he left me with no room to object, so I listened somewhat helplessly as he methodically laid out what was wrong with my life.
With our glasses nearly empty, Andre ordered more drinks, but before they arrived, he stood and motioned for me to join him, taking me by the hand and leading me to the dance floor. My first few steps with him were awkward, between the drinks I’d already had and the rarity with which I wore heels.
Andre led me to an open spot on the floor, turned me around so that my back was to him, wrapped his thick, muscular arms around me and guided my body against his as we began to sway together.
Had this man not been my boss, what had happened wouldn’t have bothered me a bit, but here I was, in public and with his arms wrapped tight around me. What if a co-worker popped in? How many of these people had seen both our photos scattered throughout our work?
As these thoughts flowed through my mind, Andre’s hands slid down my sides, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his pelvis. Even with my embarrassment, my spine tingled at the attention and almost instinctively, I pressed back against him and gave my hips a playful little shimmy, only to have him lean forward and with that velvet-like voice purr, “Tonight, you’re going to socialize.”
We’d danced for nearly an hour, and I’d felt almost as if I were being publicly displayed before Andre very calmly said, “Now we can go.”
“We?” I replied. “It’s no trouble to walk home. It’s not that far.”
He smirked as he took my hand and led me back past the tabled where my purse – and our untouched drinks – sat. I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door and down the street to his Wrangler, climbing in as he opened the door for me before he entered on the other side.
“You’re coming to my place,” Andre said, as he started the car.
My head turned toward him as I replied, “Pardon? That strikes me as inappropriate.”
He nodded as he softly said, “Yes, it is,” his tone an almost mocking one.
Had Andre not been my boss, none of this would have been a conflict for me. He is a stunning, confident and cerebral, strong in every sense of the word.
As he drove, my mind struggled to grasp what was happening. After half a year of a social void, how was it possible that I’d just spent an hour unexpectedly dancing with my editor and was now even more unexpectedly in his car, tingling from having a bit too much vodka, heading to his house?
Andre pulled into his garage and clicked the remote on his visor, closing the door behind us. He exited the Wrangler, walked around its backside and opened the door for me, and then I followed him into his home.
We walked into his living room and stood behind what appeared to be a fairly expensive leather sofa. His arms wrapped around me again, this time pulling me toward him face-to-face and our lips met, first fluttering together before mine opened and his tongue slid into my mouth, causing me to moan into his as my heart began to race and a vaguely familiar warmth began to build within me.
Instinctively, I struggled, even as the moment was enjoyable. “He’s my boss,” was the thing that kept running through my mind. Andre apparently sensed my hesitation, my doubt, grabbing me all the harder and kissing me that much more passionately.
The kiss lingered, and my mouth felt full as his tongue slowly snaked within it. So focused was I on what Andre was doing with to mouth that I’d failed to notice that he’d grabbed my dress’s hem and was lifting it up my body, and that my arms had risen over my head without me even realizing it. It was only when he broke the kiss – my bra-less breasts exposed to the room’s cool air – to lift the flowery blue garment over my head that I actually became aware of what was happening.
So there I was, standing in Andre’s living room wearing nothing but a blue satin thong and nearly perfectly-matching, heeled sandals.
“Lose the shoes,” he said, and I nodded, lifting each foot, in turn, before tossing the sandals toward where my dress lay on the floor.
Andre slowly turned me, leaving me facing the sofa’s back. His hand found the middle of my back, bending me forward, and my own hands grabbed the sofa, leaving me bent at the hips and nervously stammering, “W-W-What are you …” before he shushed me.
The few seconds that passed seemed like an eternity. I could feel Andre looking at me, inspecting me before I jerked forward as a sharp sting exploded within me, his hard black hand having come crashing onto my ass. He laughed when a high-pitched whimper passed through my lips then said, “I told you back at the club you were going socialize tonight.”
My grip on the sofa tightened, expecting to be spanked again, but nothing happened. As my fingers relaxed, another slap shot through the air when he struck my other bun, this time hard enough that my knees buckled and I squealed, “Holy shit!” as I struggled to hold myself up.
That my rump was burning didn’t stop Andre from groping it with his powerful hands. As he kneeled behind me, his palms rotated, his fingers having been pointed toward the floor while he was standing, then ending up pointed toward my back by the time he reached his knees.
He slipped his forefingers into my panties’ waistband and pulled them over my hips, drawing them down my legs. As they reached my ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, stepping out of them. Andre’s hands returned to my ass, pulling me open and then he smirked, “I am soooooooo gonna enjoy this.”
As he kneeled behind me, he took a slow, deep breath as his nose hovered oh so close. My legs trembled as his warm exhale flowed through my crotch, and it struck me that his nostrils had to be filled with my musk. His grip on my ass tightened and he pulled me open even further, to the point that it strained me enough so that I rolled to the balls of my feet.
Again, seconds passed and nothing happened before he jolted me again with the flutter of his tongue against my folds. I dared not release my grip on the sofa’s back, and my body began to writhe with his licks, and I could hear him chuckle as he teased me with his lapping at my pussy.
As Andre’s tongue flowed through my vulva, the guilt within me grew. It was nearing 2 a.m. on Saturday and my editor’s face was in my snatch and my honey was dripping onto his eager tongue. How the hell would we face each other at the office on Monday?
Having been lost in my remorse, I’d not even noticed that Andre had stood up till I looked over my shoulder and saw that he’d been upright long enough to shed his clothes and toss them to the floor to our left. When he brushed up behind me, a gasp escaped my lips as I felt his rigid shaft against my tush as he leaned forward, guiding my hands from the sofa’s back and bending me completely over it.
The cold leather made be break out in goose bumps, despite the heat that raged within me. My areolas were rock-hard at the ends of my full, round breasts and Andre’s hands found those spots where the backs of my thighs joined my buttocks, his thumbs pointing inward and pulling me open, as he deeply, calmly said, “I’m about to change your life, Gabi.”
He held me open as the head of his thick, brown cock hovered at my entrance, as if he instinctively knew I’d never had a black man inside me, as if he wanted to give me a moment to ponder what he was about to do to me.
And then, it happened.
With one vicious thrust, Andre filled me, his pelvis crashing hard into my white ass as my warm, slick womb engulfed every last inch of him, his cock’s crown stabbing my cervix. I’d never felt so full, and my scalp began to tingle beyond the voda’s effect as his hands slipped to my hips, grabbing them firmly as he began to slide in and out, my lips emitting intermittent moans as he began to use my body for his pleasure.
The tickle from my crotch was overwhelming, resonating through me from head to toe as he flowed back and forth, my slit dripping its nectar down the back of the couch I was bent over with the longest, thickest cock I’d ever taken making itself at home inside me after having gone so many months without.
As Andre pounded me again and again, my guilt gave way to raw, primal lust. No man had ever robbed me of control and used me this way, and I found myself savoring the moment, as if falling into a trance.
“Fuck the shit out of me!” I growled, the words escaping me before I’d even realized it.
“All … weekend … long,” he calmly replied, hammering me all the harder.
My feet lifted from the floor, my legs drawing up as Andre’s prick filled me again and again, my weight teetering on the couch’s back, my head spinning as I wondered whether he was serious, whether I’d spend the weekend with him between my legs, digging myself an even deeper hole before the new work week began.
As my body rocked atop the sofa, Andre’s hand slammed against my ass again and a shriek passed through my lips, his cock likely the only thing from keeping me from falling over.
My sense of time was lost as Andre impaled me unmercifully, seemingly thousands of times, to the point that my snatch ached and convulsed as it never had before, only a brief glance at the clock bringing me to the realization that it was after 3.
He groaned as his rod began to twitch violently, deep inside me.
Andre didn’t withdraw immediately, holding himself in me long enough that his prick began to soften. When he finally slid out, my legs uncurled and my feet again touched the floor, and his jizz began to run down my inner thighs.
He guided me around to face him again and I looked up at his ebony face, blushing deep red as I muttered, “All weekend long?”
“Yes,” he said confidently as he nodded, “As I said, I’m going to change your life.”
Andre grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom, and I nuzzled against him as we drifted to sleep, my mind filled with hazy images of what the rest of the weekend might hold.

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A family of Love-Part I

James had just turned fourteen years old when he had his first sexual experience, with his girl friend, Alicia. It went terrible, although nothing really happened anyways they both backed out when something could have happened. James wasn’t that disappointed right away, but when episodes like that started recurring he was desperate for help. He began to think that he’d lose his girl friend if he couldn’t get the guts to touch her in the ways that she seemed to want it.
James’ family was large, for the home that it was in. His mom and dad shared a room, as do most parents of course, but he had to share a room with his two sisters, Kayla and Beth. Kayla was a few years older than James, seventeen, and Beth was a few younger, at nine.
James went to his big sister for help, knowing that she was more experienced than he was. He hoped that Kayla would give him some good advice about what to do, or what to say. And a part of him, deep down inside him, wanted her to tell him exactly what to do and how to do it, and even let him practice on her. Although this part of him was barely felt, it was definately there.
James was the second tallest in his family, next to his dad, at 5’11”, he had a bit of athletic build to him, but not actually very muscular. He had short brown hair with blue eyes. Kayla was the opposite of him in appareance. Apart from the different gender she was a few inches shorter at 5’7″, although she also had bit of an athletic build, she was a dancer. Her eyes were a green color, with her long dirty blonde hair.
One day James walked into the house with his big sister after school. They were both nervous about final exams coming up, but glad that the year was almost over. Once they got inside Kayla plopped on the couch and picked up the phone to call one of her friends as James got some milk out of the fridge.
All day he had been wondering how he should ask his big sister, and even what exactly to ask her. The tension was making him even more nervous. He knew now was the best chance if he ever got one, their parents wouldnt be home until six, and Beth would be with them. So they had four hours to themselves. James sat next to his big sister on the couch as she hung up the phone and went to get some soda. As she was walking silently out of the room he caught a quick glance of her small, soft ass they stuck in his mind, even moments after she was gone.
“Hey, sis?” he called out to her.
“Yeah?” she said as she entered the room and sat back down next to him.
He started fiddling with his cup as his hands began to shake and his face went red, “Can we talk about something?”
She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “You know we can talk about anything lil bro!”
He looked up at her with a muffled smile, searching for the question to ask her. But before he could think of any sensible question to ask her he blurted out, “Are you a virgin?” After he asked the question his face pointed downwards, regretting asking.
“Well…” she had been caught off gaurd by the question, “no, but that’s an unusual question to ask someone. Why? Are you and Alicia thinking about having sex?”
His blush subsided a little bit as to where she had taken the question, “Well, kinda. But every time we get something going I don’t have the guts to make a move or anything, I don’t really know what to do even.”
“Well, lil bro, if you don’t think you’re ready to be with her then you’re not ready, she should understand that. And about not knowing what to do, I think you’re probably too nervous and can’t think straight. Does she have any experience?”
“She’s said that she has a little…” his nervousness was letting up at the comfort of being able to talk so easily to his big sister.
“That could be a problem too, lil bro. She may want you to make the move, she may like it that way.”
“But what am I supposed to do? I don’t know how to do anything like that.”
“Lil bro, you’re a guy, it comes natural to you, just at certain times, you got to learn to relax more.” When she saw the still nervous and confused look on her little brothers face she turned away from him on the couch, “Put your arms around me.”
“What?” he asked confused.
“I said put your arms around me, like you were holding me.”
He slowly crept behind her and put his arms around her and locked his hands at her stomach. “Like this?” he asked nervous.
“Yes, now put your head on my shoulder, act like I’m Alicia. Just do what ever you would be doing with her, when nothings really going on and you two are just sitting together.” As he rested his head on her shoulder she said, “Oh, and little bro. Please don’t tell anyone I’m letting you do this, it could get both of us in some serious trouble.”
The only thing he could get out was, “Yeah,” as he had grown nervous. She placed her hands on his and he thought of what he’d do with Alicia right now. He turned his face towards his sisters and shut his eyes as he placed a light kiss on her cheek, trying to picture Alicia, but unable to get Kayla’s image out of his mind.
“OK. Is that it?” she asked. When she felt him nod she drew in a deep breath, “Now bro, get a little more bolder with what you’re doing. Still imagine I’m Alicia and just let your mind be free, and if you do anything wrong I’ll let you know.”
In his head James was confused as to what she meant for a few moments. So he just sat there holding her still, feeling the shallow rises and falls of her stomach, sensing that she was slightly nervous herself. He began to move his hands up very slowly, as if by instinct. He didn’t even notice until her breathing had grown slightly more rapid.
When he regained conscious control over himself he didn’t stop his hands. Soon they were right below her breasts. He was trying desperately to picture Alicia, but her breasts were smaller than Kayla’s breasts. Alicia’s were petite, and almost flat, where his sister’s were more of only slightly smaller than average. He paused there, his hands ready to move and settle ontop of Kayla’s breasts.
He forced himself to forget everything for a split second, just enough time to softly and gently settle his hands onto Kayla’s breasts. Consciously, he cupped them and squeezed them lovingly, not thinking of them as Alicia’s but as Kayla’s. Thinking of the breasts he was squeezing as his big sisters. She let out a minor moan, causing James’ dick to grow rapidly, he moved his hips away from her slightly as a reaction.
“You’re doing good, just keep doing whatever you would be doing if I was her.” Kayla said, enjoying the feeling she was getting from her little brother. She was starting to feel the warmth of her pussy concealed inside her panties. In her mind she was begging him to and not cup her pussy the way he was cupping her breasts.
She had never had so gentle a touch before, and she was enjoying it fully. When she felt his hips move away from her lower back she scooched back instinctively to keep as close a contact as possible. Her eyes were shut and she moved her hands ontop of his smiling and moaning softly. Her eyes opened as she felt another kiss on her cheek and then another, they slowly got close to her neck where her little brother began kissing her neck. Lightly at first, but gradually moving to a deep kiss, that she was afraid might leave a mark. Although she didnt care, she was enjoying the warmth, and that with the combined squeezing of her breasts was causing her to produce a louder moan.
His right hand slowly krept down her stomach. He knew what he was doing and was control over it, but didn’t feel any control. His sister’s moans were causing him to reach a new level of hardness which was making him suck her neck more and squeeze her breast a little harder. Once he felt the change of fabric from her shirt to her pants he stopped everything.
James lifted his head from his sister’s neck and looked at her, she turned her head and their eyes met. He slowly moved his lips towards her, as she did the same. They kissed lightly at first, gradually opening their mouths, locking lips, then grinding their tounges to gether. James had renewed his squeezing and even started a slight humping action against her lower back. After the kissed they gazed into eachothers’ eyes for a moment then kissed again.
He slowly let his hand drift down gliding over the front of her pussy until it stopped. He cupped his hand and brought it snuggly up against her pussy, feeling the heat of her through her pants and panties. She let out a loud moan in their kiss and broke it to moan even louder. He began squeezing her breast and pussy at the same time for what seemed like hours, with a soft humping action against her lower back.
“Bro, you’re going to make me cum…” she panted as he was cupping slightly harder and faster, her juices seeping through her clothes already. She loved her brother’s gentleness and was actually feeling jealous of Alicia.
He kissed her neck and began sucking again as he took the hand off her breast and slowly lead it up under her shirt. She shivered at the feeling of his fingers grazing her stomach and her bra. His hand started creeping under neath the bra and cupped her bare breast. At that same moment he cupped hard on her pussy and humped hard against her lower back. She knew he had never touched an actual breast before. He began his previous rate of cupping her breast and pussy, although he increased the humping of her lower back, which was partly turning her on.
Kayla felt her brothers finger pressing against her slit, she wanted to cum so bad, and kept moaning louder to try to get him to go harder. It took him a minute to get the clue but he did get it, pushing harder against her slit. He eventually also began rubbing her nipple in his palm and pinching it softly. Her legs began to shake slightly and she moaned loudly and turned to look at her brother.
James found himself staring into his sisters eyes again as he grinded his middle finger against his sister’s pussy slit. Her pants were very wet and warm, he was humping her back still, softly. He was surprised when her legs shook more and she planted her lips on his hard. He cupped hard on her pussy as he felt the rush of more wetness and warmpth just a second after she pushed her lips on hers. His hand was getting tired, and something told him that she was too, but she wasn’t done.
Sensing he was finishing up Kayla pushed her little brother back on the couch. She began rubbing and squeezing her brothers hard dick through his pants. Without warning she krept up him and kissed him, their bodies pressed hard against eachother as she rubbed and jacked him off through the fabric. In just a couple seconds he had his own orgasim, and she got to feel the wetness and warmpth that he did.
They laid for a few minutes like that before the phone rang and Kayla answered. She hung up after a minute of talking to their mom, “Now remember, lil bro, that didn’t just happen. I think I let you take it more than I should have and took it more than I should have took it myself.”
James couldn’t talk, he just nodded as his sister sat at the table with her binder and began doing home work. As soon as he regained complete control over himself he clicked on the TV, just a minute later his parents and little sister walked in the door, he hadn’t realised how late it was.
Thanks for reading, this is my first story and all kinds of smart comments are appreciated. There will be more to this story line, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

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My New Neighbor’s Part 2

Reaching for Benny’s 14 year old dick with my right hand, and still occasionally wiping remaining soap and water running into my eyes with my left, he stepped forward and embraced me as if his life depended on it.

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Josh and Davis Part 1

Being gay in a small town has always been a difficult burden to bear. Although I know I’m not completely alone, most of the time it feels as if I am. Little did I know, that all that was about to change.
My name is Josh, and if you haven’t already figured it out, I’m gay. Growing up in a small town has been a pain in the ass. I never thought that I’d ever find anyone like me that I could just be myself around, that was until I met Davis. Up until the 11th grade, no one knew I was gay; I kept it to myself and acted completely straight. As a senior I told a few friends, and in a small town, a few friends turned into the whole world. Although I was gay, I still continued to go to church and hang out with my friends. This is where I met Davis. Now Davis comes from a very rich, very well thought of family. We have always been friends, and I think it hit him the hardest to find out that I was gay.
Having grown up with so many guy friends, you can understand that it’s not easy to hide the fact that you like one of them. Going to church and hanging out with all of my friends in the youth group, I soon learned that I was going to be treated a little differently. Well our story starts at the last gathering of our youth group for the summer, and in celebration of my graduation from high school. The party was going to be held at Davis’s house, partly because it was huge and they had a nice pool. We all met there around 5 in the afternoon and we just sort of sat around and chilled for a long time.
Davis knows that I’m gay, but he’s never acted any different around me. Although he did move schools because of his family, we still stayed pretty close friends. Anyway, during the cookout, we were all down stairs playing pool, and I caught myself staring at him several times, and I knew that if I noticed it that much, he had to have noticed it. As it turns out he definitely noticed. When it came time for us to head outside and eat, he called out really loudly that he was challenging me to another game of pool. As everyone walked outside to eat, he motioned me to follow and we headed into the back room. When we got back to his room, he closed the door and turned to face me. After what seemed like forever he finally spoke, and when he did what he said really surprised me. “Why do you keep looking at me?” That was the question that he asked that hit me and stopped me dead.
Not knowing what to do, I sort of mumbled to myself and looked at my feet. He repeated the question again, this time more forceful that before. The only thing I could think of was the truth, so I managed to tell him it was because I thought he was cute. Actually, cute was an understatement. Davis was around 5’7” with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Anyway, I told him just how beautiful I thought he was and how I wished that he was gay. I stood there terrified as he just looked at me. After what seemed like forever, he managed to tell me that he was sorry I felt that way but he wasn’t gay. Feeling crushed I walked towards the door, but I stopped and turned to face him.
“How can you be sure, unless you’ve been with another guy?” Those were the words that managed to escape from my mouth. Davis looked as though he’d been shot. He started to mutter that he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to find out.
I really couldn’t take no for an answer at this point, but Davis looked in no mood to do what I had in mind. So, I took the only course of action I could think of. I turned, locked the door, and turned to face what lay in store. At this point, Davis had a scared look in his eye, and I can understand why. Here I am, two years older and about 3 inches taller, he had every right to feel intimidated.
I started to walk towards him, and he took a step back only to fall onto his bed. Knowing that the bed was exactly where I wanted him, I crawled in with him and prepared for the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done. As I crawled up to him, so that my face was even with his, I felt his breathing start to increase rapidly. I reached out and rubbed his chest as I inched closer to his face. Without delay or fear of consequence, I touched my lips to his and kissed him like I could never kiss another. After a few seconds, his body relaxed and he began to kiss me back. Still nervous, and not knowing how far I could go, I decided to probe a little further. I had Davis laying on his back, and from the place I was sitting, it was easy to see that his dick was raging hard underneath his swimming trunks. I wanted nothing more than to taste his luscious dick, and feel his body below mine. My next moves were critical, so I did the only logical thing I could do. I reached out and began to massage his dick through his trunks. At this point Davis sat up and began to protest, saying it wasn’t right and he couldn’t do it, but I had come to far to stop now.
Without stopping to think, or caring what would happen, I reached out and started to untie his trunks. He tried to stop me, but I told him how much I wanted it, and that he would enjoy it more if he’d calm down. After moments of struggling he finally laid back, knowing he was defeated. After untying the trunks, I slid them slowly down his legs exposing a perfectly shaped 6” dick. I slowly ran my fingers across his legs, savoring the sight that lay before me. As gently as I could, I reached out with my trembling hand and took his perfect treasure into my palm. As I slowly massaged him, he moaned either a moan of pleasure or one of disgust. No matter what kind of moan it was, I was in heaven.
It seemed like forever, until I knew I was ready to move on to something I had wanted for a long time. As I held his dick by the base, I took what amount of his length that I could into my mouth. Words can’t describe the feelings I felt as his warm meat danced across the tips of my tongue. I licked up and down his hard shaft, flicking my tongue across the top of his dick. Bits of his juices leaked from the tip of his dick, and the taste was almost too much to handle. Davis sat silent through much of this experience, although he did release the occasional moan of ecstasy. I would bob my head and take as much as I could until it would hit the back of my throat and I’d release a little and continue to suck and lick. As I was sucking Davis’s dick, I let my hands wander down to his balls. As I licked away playfully, my hands were very gently massaging and fondling. After what seemed like a few brief moments to me, Davis started to moan uncontrollably and before he could get the words out of his mouth, he unleashed a savage load into my mouth, down my throat.
Davis and I laid on his bed both feeling very accomplished until there was a knock at the door and his moms voice coming from the other side telling us that we needed to come eat before the party was over. I quickly helped Davis slide his trunks on, all the time asking him if his feelings had changed. He turned around, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m not sure, you may need to spend the night tonight, I think its my turn to try that”, and he walked away with a sly smirk on his face, and I followed shortly after with a raging hard on and a yearning to know what the night time would bring.
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Chapter 1
Background
My name is Caine. I first read about sex in Cuba on the internet. I hooked up on the internet with a guy who had made the trip three times and could only brag about the great times he had every time. Sammy and I wrote back and forth enough that I figured I had to give it a try.
Learning about Cuba
Doing my own internet search I was able to research, finding most everything Sammy had told me was correct; and more. It seems that I can hook up with a young lady with an apartment for a night, or a month if I wish, if I pay for the food and our meals out!! What’s more, if I get tired of her she will refer me to any number of her girl friends and I can swap out. Seems almost too good to be true! Well, reality was something different. The key is to understand that the Cuban government does not allow the internet in Cuba, and then understand what Cubans do to get around that ban. You dig deep enough and you find websites in Mexico and Canada that advertize Cuban ‘vacations’. It is all veiled to prevent Government reprisals against those who use the system.
First I didn’t need any swap outs. Second, Maria kept me well entertained. She even liked my ideas and caused me to have one of the best months of my life. It seems that young ladies are commonly ‘available’ as young as 14 or 15. As long as there is no violence against them, the police look the other way. I guess the cops just look at them as ‘working girls’.
Cuba boasts the lowest rate of Sexually Transmitted Diseases [STD’s] in the world. I still packed a case of assorted condoms since I couldn’t find any data as to their availability. You see, I can only use the EX-Large size. Anything smaller acts like a tourniquet and only covers my cap and about first one third of my length anyway.
If you go to any of the large ‘clubs’ you will pay around $10US in cover charges. However, the ‘clubs’ are mainly populated with women out looking for a ‘date’. It’s not unusual to find 150 to 175 women, and only 25 or 30 male tourists. These women will charge you anything they think you will pay, but never less than $50US. Maria did much better for me.
The United States is still quite stuffy over Americans going to Cuba. There are no direct flights. You can fly there, though, via Cancun, in Mexico, or through Ontario (or maybe Toronto), Canada.
I talked my boss into letting me take most of Friday off. I hoped he’d go along with it, as I had made reservations to leave my hometown on a 2PM flight to Cancun. I made my connecting flight OK and arrived in Havana before dark. Maria and I had set it up that I would be met at the airport by her brother, Roberto, who drove a cab. He took me to Maria’s place, and wouldn’t take any money. He said, “Maria has already paid me, and she would be very mad at me if I even take a tip from you.” He came inside with me and introduced me to his sister. I think I said that Maria is 17. She is about 5’4″ and must weigh all of 110 pounds. She greeted me with a big smile, a bigger kiss, and a quick goodbye to her brother.
We ate a light meal of great fresh fruits and fresh baked bread. Maria asked if I would like to watch a video with her. I said, “Sure.” We settled in for some preliminary ‘get-to-know-you’ time.
Maria’s apartment is fairly small. When you come in the door you are looking straight through the living room and out some picture windows at beautiful scenery. To the left is an efficiency kitchen with a small one burner stove and a small dining table for two or three, but a large, very new refrigerator. I remarked on the new fridge. Maria is very proud of it. It is the first thing she has bought on her own with her own money. Looking to the right from the door is a half-wall with a bedroom nook behind it, and the bath beyond it. Her living room has one chair, and a small couch and assorted end tables and some tasteful lamps. We snuggled on the couch, but I don’t remember the movie. The couch is just big enough for me, sitting straight on the right side, and Maria sitting with her back my left side. She soon placed her right hand on my thigh. I responded by draping my left arm over her. Gee, that put my hand on her left breast! Maria responded by snuggling even tighter against me. I nuzzled her neck and she giggled, and turned her head slightly. This placed my lips in line with her ear. I blew lightly in her ear and then tongued it. This sent shivers from her head to her toes. While she was turning toward me she remarked, “It looks like this is going to be a great week!”
We kissed a full, complete, and long kiss. Both exploring the others mouth with our tongues. Her turning moved my hand from her breast. So I used my right hand to continue what my left had started. After a bit Maria asked if I would like to move to the bedroom. I told her I really needed to take a shower before we got serious since I had not had a shower since I caught my plane from home. Maria said, ” Showers are always a good thing. We can both take one. Then we will both be fresh for what comes after.” We held hands as we walked into the bedroom. We didn’t discuss it. We just both began undressing each other, interrupting often to hold each other and kiss. Maria went in the bathroom first to do ‘girl things’. When I heard the shower come on I went in. The shower was fairly small so we had to stand close together. We started with me lathering up Maria’s arms, then her back, followed by lathering her very nice breasts. I then slid down with back against the wall and my knees out in front of me. This way I could pick up one of her feet and place it on my knee so I could wash her foot and ankle. Once done there I washed her calf and thigh. My hand just naturally went up the inside of her thigh and put my fingers up into her pussy. Maria jumped and said, “OH!” when she suddenly felt me inside her. “I wasn’t ready for that!” “Sorry”, I said. “No-No. Don’t be sorry. It feels good. It just came as a surprise.” “Oh good. I like to provide surprises.” , I grinned. So I finished up that leg and put it back on the floor of the shower and picked up her other foot. She helped placing her foot on my other knee and I started washing it, just like the other leg. When I reached her pussy this time she was expecting me and I didn’t disappoint her. But, after I had washed that side of her pussy I put my hands around her hips and pulled her clit right into my mouth. “Wow, I wasn’t ready for that, either!” “I was just taste testing. It wouldn’t do to leave any soap in there. We wouldn’t want a soap rash, would we?” “Oh of course not. I guess I have never been taste tested before! I’m supposed to be the ‘pro’ here but you seem to be doing the teaching.” “Well, I guess it’s because I get as much enjoyment out of seeing my partners cumming as I do cumming myself.”
“Well, I guess it’s my turn to lather you up.” And, she did. Maria even tried my method of scooting her back down the wall and putting my foot on her knee and washing me from my foot to my crotch. She did a great job of washing my balls with the first leg. On the second leg she worked her way up to the top and saved washing my cock to the last. After a thorough washing she held my now steel hard cock in her hand and slipped it into her mouth. At first just the cap went in. But after a couple of short strokes she plunged my rather substantial cock to the back of her throat. She could take about a third of my cock. “I know I don’t do this very well, but I gag whenever I try to throat a cock.” “It’s OK. I think I only know one woman that can throat me”. She withdrew my cock so she could take a breath, took my cock back in her mouth. Her hand kept stroking the rest of my cock. Maria was an expert. I said, “If you do that one more time I will cum so hard I won’t be of any use for you ’til later.” She withdrew my cock completely and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want to do that.”, and she laughed. We toweled each other off and moved into the bedroom.
We shared the double bed that took up most of the bedroom.
Maria’s English was very good. I asked how see became so proficient. Maria said, “Well, most of my ‘dates’ are from North America. So I study in the English as a Second Language group.” I asked, “What is this study group?” “Since most ‘dates’ come from over sea’s nearly all working girls are learning or already speak a second language. Besides English there are study groups for Russ, Estonian and Portuguese. There are probably more. These are just the ones I know of.” “Your level is good enough to be teaching English.” She kind of blushed, “Well, I am a tutor for new girls just coming into the ‘business’.”
It was Sunday morning. We were laying in bed recovering from our latest ‘sexual exercise’ when Maria asked, “Will I be able to satisfy you for a whole month? You are using up most of my bag of tricks in the first three days!” I said, “Well, to tell you the truth, I have a fantasy I would like to share with you. Would you like to hear about it?” Maria sat up in bed and turned toward me allowing the sheet to drop to her waist exposing her beautiful petite breasts, “Yes. Tell me!” “Well.” I hesitated, “I would like to fuck a virgin.” “Caine, maybe you haven’t noticed, but there aren’t many virgins in Havana.” “I know, but, you told me yesterday there were many still in your home village.” Maria had shared with me that it took about a four hour bus ride to her home village. It was quite isolated and a very poor place. “Tell me how much does it cost for a family of four to buy enough food for a year?” Maria thought about it, and said, “It depends a lot on the current prices of food. They vary all the time. But, I think that $50US would usually do it.” I already had this information, but I wanted Maria to confirm it for me.
“Hmmm, how about if you took the bus home Tuesday, the stayed with your mom for a couple of days. If I gave you $100US, do you think you might be able to find a family that might trade a daughters virginity for $50US?” “Maybe, but, you said you would give me $100US?” “Yes, you spend what you need to on bus fares, clothes, I don’t know, any other ‘expenses’, and you get to keep the balance. I’m thinking maybe you could take the Thursday bus back maybe with a friend in tow for me?”
Maria thought about my offer. She said she knew of at least two girls that might work with. Both of them were younger than her, and lived in single parent families. Their dad’s had both been killed, and their mom’s could hardly make ends meet. Maria asked, “Do you have any other ‘requirements’ other than they be virgins?” “Not really, just that they won’t get me in trouble with the law. I think they ought to have the beginnings of some tits, you know I like them small.” Maria looked down at her barely B cups and blushed. “Hey, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. You have just what I like. Hmmm, maybe I should say they need to have at least a little bit of pussy bush growing, too.”
“OK. As long as their parents are OK with it, they have the beginnings of some tits and pussy hair they will be acceptable to you?” I thought for a minute and said, “Oh, YES!” Maria thought for a minute, “I am certain that the police will look the other way as long as the parents don’t complain, and they have the beginnings of a woman’s body. I know a couple of other girls here in Havana who started out when they were 9 and 10 years old. The law never hassled them. Their parents did not file any reports since the girls were both bringing in the only money the families made.” “Well, I’m not looking for anybody THAT young.”, as I got a mental picture of a nine year-old with hazelnut sized breasts and a little fuzzy pussy.
“OK. If I leave on the Tuesday morning bus I should be back Thursday late afternoon. The only thing is what are you going to do for those three days?” “I can just look after myself. I can go out and buy some food and bring it back here to cook it.”, I said. Maria was adamant, “No. That won’t work.” “Why not?”, I asked. “Because your Spanish is not good enough. You might get what you want, but probably not. And, if you do, it will be way over-priced if you try and buy it. No, I have another plan.”
Monday morning, after we had shared wake-up exercises, and our shower Maria said she had some errands to run and she would bring back some fresh fruit and things for lunch. We kissed and she headed out the door. Now I knew from my research that most girls did not have apartments but relied on their ‘dates’ to pay for hotel rooms for them to have a place to stay. Since I had found Maria I had not worried about that situation much.
About an hour before noon, I heard a key in the lock. When the door opened not only Maria came in, but another girl, too. She was a little shorter than Maria and could not weigh over 85 pounds. While there was no doubt of her womanly attributes (Her narrow red tube top and black, skin tight short shorts made that plain enough to see.) she had to be younger that Maria. Maria said, “Caine, I want you to meet Charlotta. Charlotta, this is Caine.” I greeted Charlotta not completely understanding what was going on. “Charlotta will be your maid, housekeeper and ‘companion’ while I am gone. She will do your shopping, laundry, and anything else you would like.” Maria smiled when she repeated, “…and anything else you would like.”
“Hmmm, does that mean I can’t go out in public while you are gone?” “Oh, No. Charlotta will just be your escort and ‘friend’ when you are out and about. By the way Charlotta likes to go out to a special swimming beach she knows about.” “What goes on there?”, I asked, already having a pretty good guess. Maria shocked me when she grinned and replied, “I don’t know! I have never been there. You will just have to ask Charlotta. By the way Charlotta is taking English as a Second Language class and wants to make sure that you tutor her and correct her English mistakes.”
‘Well, this certainly looks like a great situation both ways.”, I said, holding my arms out to Charlotta. She immediately set down the two shopping bags she was carrying, grinned, and came into my arms. As I hugged her, she returned the hug with a true full-body hug!!
After lunch, Charlotta gave me a hug and a kiss, and said, “I’ll come back tomorrow after Maria has left. You will have to let me in because Maria doesn’t have another key. I’ll bring about two days of food that I think you will like.” “Do I need to give you any money to buy the food?”, I asked. Maria broke in and said, “No Caine. I have that already taken care of.” After Charlotta left I asked Maria about the food, and other expenses that Charlotta and I might need to spend. “You can pay her public expenses. Bus fares, taxis, and food that you eat if you dine out. The deal I have for her is, she gets a place to crash and an English tutor. That and I am paying for the food she brings here and cooks for the two of you. Beyond that you could buy her a small gift, but not too often. Does that sound OK?” I thought for a few minutes then said, “Wait here a minute.” I went into the bedroom and dug through my backpack that served as my suitcase. I found what I was looking for and took it back out into the living room. I sat beside Maria I opened the small box. “I bought these in Cancun even though I didn’t have any particular use in mind for them.” I opened the box so Maria could see its contents. A dainty sterling chain with a single pearl drop was the first thing that caught her eye. Then, as I shifted some tissue paper around and you could see the set of earrings, again, in sterling. They had pearl drops that matched the necklace. Finally, in the bottom of the box was the bracelet. It too was sterling and pearls. All the pearls matched. “I could give her these. What do you think?”, I asked. “They’re beautiful! Were they for me?” “I bought them before I had ever met you. At the time I bought them I thought they might be for you, but not anymore.” Maria’s face fell, “You mean you wouldn’t have given them to me?” “Nope. They aren’t good enough for you.”, I said. Maria thought about that. Then gave me a big hug and a long kiss. She giggled like a little girl, and said, “Caine, I think this is the first time I ever hugged and kissed someone for not giving me a gift!”
“I think these would be very nice for Charlotta. Give her the necklace first. Then the second week the earrings, and finally the bracelet, but keep the ones you haven’t given her a secret so each new piece will be another surprise.”
Maria gave me a nice departing kiss and hug as she hurried out the door, “I must hurry so I can get a seat on the bus.” I ask, “I thought you said the bus doesn’t leave for another hour?” “I did, but all the seats will be taken a half hour before the bus leaves. Everybody else has to stand.” An hour later there was a knock on the door. I open it and greeted Charlotta. She had her hands full of shopping bags. I took some from her and we put everything in the kitchen. Then I got a great hug and kiss.
“What shall we do first?” , Charlotta asked. “Well, I haven’t taken my morning shower as yet.” , I respond. Charlotta grins, “How would you like someone to scrub your back?” “Only if I get to scrub your back!” , I answer. “OK” We go into the bedroom and I turn and kiss her again, “May I undress you?” , I ask. “Sure. Then I get to undress you though.” , Charlotta says. I start with her blouse. I unbutton it from the top down. The blouse material was thick enough that you could not see the her bra through it, but with the buttons undone I could see it is a very pretty rose color. I remark on its color, and I ask, “Do your panties match your pretty bra?” Charlotta giggled and said, “You’ll just have to undress me down there to find out, won’t you?”
I slip her blouse off her shoulders, fold it and hang it over the back of a chair. I can see that Charlotta has a bit more size to her tits than Maria has, even before I take her bra off. Sure enough, They are just about perfect B+ cups. I turn her around and unhook her bra. Then I put my hands on her back with my thumbs hooked on both shoulder straps. As I move my hands around from her back then under her arms both shoulder straps slide off. As I continue to move my hands around her chest I cup both her breasts in my hands and pull her back against me in a snug hug. Charlotta responds by backing her tight ass up against my dick. As she gyrates against me she can feel my beginning erection.
Roberto had made it a habit to stop by sometime each day to check on me and make certain all was well. I mentioned to him, (His English wasn’t as good as Maria’s or Charlotta’s, but very good enough for driving Norte Americano’s around.) that Charlotta and I were going to a beach to swim the next day, if this fine weather held. Roberto had a short conversation with Charlotta, then turned back to me. “OK, I will pick you up at 2 pm tomorrow and drive you to Charlotta’s beach, then I will come back at 6 pm to bring you home. I asked Roberto if he would get into trouble taking up so much time and gas running us around. He smiled and said, “No, my boss thinks I am really working hard when I tell him I have booked customers in advance. We do it all the time with arrivals at the airport. But, maybe, you could give me a little gas money, just so Maria doesn’t find out.” I laughed and said, “It will be our little secret.”
Roberto was good to his word and was right on time. The drive to the beach took about half an hour. Charlotta had packed us a little food and some canned juices. She also packed two beach towel apiece. Roberto dropped us off, getting our hamper out of the trunk and handing it to me to carry. Waving cheerfully, Roberto got back in his cab and drove away shouting, “Have a good time!!” and laughing until we couldn’t hear him anymore. The parking lot was small and rather unkept. Charlotta took me by the hand and led me over to a path through the trees and undergrowth. “The beach is out of sight from the land, and only people who want to see come close from the water. After about a five minute walk we came out of the undergrowth and onto a sandy beach. The beach curved around in a crescent shape with two tiny headlands of rock out in the water. The crescent beach was probably a mile long. There were couples and small groups scattered all around. Some people were swimming, all were nude. Charlotta said, “Come on. I see some people I know over this way.” Still holding hands we made for her friends, who, when seeing Charlotta, began to yell and wave to us. When we got to their spot everyone stood up as Charlotta introduced me around. Each lady there came up and gave me a full-body hug. I said, “This is rather embarrassing to be being hugged by all you beautiful women and me with all my clothes still on.” Two of the ladies laughed and said, “Well, well. We need to take care of that, right now!”, and with that they relieved me of all my clothes in something around fifteen seconds. The guys were eyeing Charlotta, but she knew what was coming and stripped off her clothes even before I was naked. However, in my case, all the ladies came back and re-introduced themselves, complete with ‘new’ hugs!
Charlotta explained that I was a ‘friend’ from ‘the country to the north’ and that I only spoke a little Spanish, but that I was helping tutor her in English. This brought positive nods from the group. Two girls and one guy said they, too, were studying English and would I please correct them if they made mistakes.
Charlotta asked me if I would like to go for a swim with her? I got up from where we were sitting, took her hand and we walked down and into the water. I guess I had not thought about what the water temperature might be in this part of the world. I certainly didn’t expect it to be as warm as it was. Charlotta and I splashed, swam and played in the water for about a half hour. We were both getting a little tired. I was standing on the sandy bottom with water about up to my armpits when Charlotta swam up to me, put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. A great kiss punctuated Charlotta’s question, “Can we fuck out here in the water?” “Well, the water has made me a little soft. Do you suppose you could do something about that?” “Oh yes!”, and she took a large breath and lowered herself down into the water, using her amazing mouth and started me on the path to real ‘hardness’. We spent about another half hour out in the water. When we came ashore, holding hands, Charlotta’s friends immediately began teasing us even before we were all the way back to our towels. The girls all wanted to know if Charlotta had left any for them. While the guys all wanted to know if I needed any help ‘satisfying’ Charlotta. One girl didn’t wait for answers. Anna jumped up and ran to us, and practically jumped into my arms, planted a big kiss on me and asked, “How about me next?” I looked over and said, “Charlotta?” She responded with a big smile and, “It’s a free country.”, and everybody laughed at the big joke. Anna grabbed a beach towel in one hand, and my hand with her other hand, and said, “Come on, we need a little part privacy.” “Do you mean, ‘A little more privacy?” “Sí, and thank you for correcting me.” We headed for the tree line, but not toward the trail we had come in on. Anna took us to a little nitch in the undergrowth. It was a very private little spot about ten feet in diameter. The only way anyone one would even see in was by coming in. Anna spread out the large beach towel on the smooth sand and sat down on it. She then extended her arms up to me. I took her hands in mine and let her guide me until I was sitting beside her on the towel.
Anna was a little older than Charlotta. She was 19, about 5″ 5″ and probably about 125 pounds She had long blonde hair. Her eyes were a very pale blue and her skin was the lightest shade of brown that I had seen on the island. “Are you from Scandinavia?” “No. I’m Cuban, but my father was from Norway. I never knew him.” There was no fat showing anywhere on her body. Just muscles. When Anna leaned toward me I met her and we shared a nice kiss. Anna took my right hand and pulled it up and onto her right breast, “I like to have these massaged. Do you give good massages?” “I’m not a professional, but people say I do a good job.” With that I laid her back on the towel and began a true massage of her right breast. I started at the base, squeezing and kneading her. As my hand would slip toward her nipple I would move my hands and start a her breast base. After about five round trips I was clear up to her nipple. Holding her breast tightly I brought my mouth down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, using my lips to hold it as I pulled up and away with my mouth. By the third cycle of this and Anna was wreathing on the beach towel. I let my hands slide off her right breast and slid them across to her left breast, and started all over again. Anna reached down and began massaging her clit. “Oh, you really are good. Maria told me you were also big and long.” “Well, I don’t know about now. Charlotta just drained me about ten minutes ago.” Anna said, “Hmmm. Just let me worry about that.”
I finished her left breast and she sat up, pushing me into the down position on the towel. She moved to her knees placing her mouth over my dick. I understood that some women could actually ‘throat a man’. I had only been throated once. And not very deeply. However, I didn’t think I ever expected to meet someone who could ‘accept me’ since I am known as ‘quite large’ [I have to be careful here. Others have told me this. I do not wish to be consider a bragger.], and didn’t think anyone would attempt it on me. Anna was about to prove me wrong. She took my semi-limp dick into her mouth, and began swallowing my cap. I had never felt anything like that before. Anna was good for 30 to 45 seconds before she would withdraw me from her mouth and take a breath. By the third cycle she had me hard as a steel bar.
The amazing thing was, she was actually swallowing almost half my cock! I said, “Anna, another cycle or two and I’m gonna cum!” “Oh no! I get you in my pussy for your load!” At that point she moved very fast. In a single motion she positioned herself over me and lowered herself onto my shaft. I was concerned about her not being wet enough yet. Not an issue. Anna impaled herself on my cock in one great thrust. Then began a leisurely pumping of my dick. “Caine, how long can you hold out?” “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand if she was trying to rush me, or get me to hold on longer. “I would like to cum first, Caine. But I want you to cum soon after me.” “Oh. Ok. I think I can hold out for a couple of minutes, if that’s what you mean.” “Yes, yes, yes. Hold out for me.”, as she kept moving up and down my shaft. Shortly thereafter Anna screamed, “I’M CUMMING!!” Which was a good thing, because her muscle contractions just about pulled my cum out of me. I mean, I was pumping, but I never had a woman who’s vaginal muscles were so strong as to milk me.
And that’s where Charlotta found us. Anna on top of me with my arms around her. Both of us sound to sleep. “Come on my lover boy. It’s time to pack up and meet Roberto in about ten minutes.” I woke up and tried to remember what had happened. After just having Charlotta, then Anna, I realized I had never been drained this completely in my Life. We had to wake Anna up so I could get out from under her. As she awoke I asked her a question, “Anna, I think I heard you mention Maria when we were just getting started. Did I hear you correctly?” Anna smiled and said, “Maria and I have been friends for years. She told me how big you were and she thought we might have a good ‘fit’. I will have to thank her. She is correct. And, thank you for one of the greatest fucks I have ever had.” “No, I must thank you I have never been throated like that, and I’ll probably never have it topped. Thank You.”
Charlotta cut in, “OK. Enough thank you’s. Caine, we have to go.” We went, waving to the rest of Charlotta’s friends as we walked passed them, and got to the parking lot with five minutes to spare to find Roberto waiting for us. On the way into town I asked Roberto if we were late? “Oh no. My last fare took me almost half way to the beach, so I just came out here and took a little nap, but, don’t tell my boss.”
I laughed and said, “It will be our little secret.”
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“BUILDING# 1369”

Building# 1369
By Blueheatt
…It was a small building among the many in the industrial part of town. No windows. One keypad entry locked door in the front, and one in the back. I work out of here.
…I’m a male escort. I go by Morgan. My boss had a special lady who wanted a guy my height, weight and build. She wanted to come to our ‘S’, or ’Special’ room. This room is all blacked out inside. The lady’s come there and enter thru a private entrance. When they are all ready, they turn out the lights in the plush room. A green light comes on outside the room and only then the escort enters. They never see each other. They both know the layout of the room and meet at the bed. Some like to undress the guy, some like to be undressed or they undress each other. Some just want to be naked and fuck. We never see them and most never speak, or just maybe a whisper or a moan.
…I had a call to be at the room at 10pm that night with ‘Lady L’. When the out side indicator light went green, I went in,… in total darkness. I walked over and stood by the bed. I felt arms go around me from behind feeling me all up. I smelled an expensive perfume. ‘Lady L’ started to undress me and took my hand to start undressing her. No words were spoken. She felt hot and she was breathing heavy. I felt some nice full tits and a nice body. I guessed around 40ish in age. As we continued we both got aroused and the kissing started. She moaned a little, very sexy. We sat on the bed and laid back on it.
Now it got hot and heavy as she got on top of me and felt my chest, hair and felt my erection. She slid down and started kissing my erection and licking it. Then she turned and put her damp pussy in my face for me to lick. She was ready as just a few licks of her clit and she was humping my face. She gave a wonderful suck on me, taking my dick all the way in her mouth and jacking it. I tried to make it last but with her pussy fucking my face and her nice tits on my chest, I was going to cum.
She jacked faster and sucked and moaned. Her legs went stiff, she trembled and climaxed a wet one on my face. I couldn’t hold back and shot cum hard in the back of her mouth. She held her mouth on my dick and moaned with each burst of cum. She got most of it and swallowed it down. She kept working her mouth up and down on my dick and moaning. She made the coolest little moaning sounds of joy I’d ever heard. This was one satisfied lady. She turned and lay beside me…
…Next I see a little orange glow and smell a cigarette. She takes my hand and put the cigarette in it. She knew I smoked. I see a second glow and she joins me as we lay side by side, her snuggled up to me. No words were spoken. She kept feeling my body. Chest, legs, hair and face. She was getting tuned on again I could tell by her breathing. She took the ashtray away. She pulled me on top of her and we were at it again. Her hands were all over me as we tongue kissed and I felt her sexy full tits. I went down and started in on her pussy. She squirmed and moaned as I was getting her hot again. She then pulled me up and put my dick in her wet pussy. She acted like she hadn’t had one in her in a long time, and she was tight. Damn she felt good and she pulled me into her deeper. We fucked for while letting it build up to a panting, moaning and fucking fury. She let out a beautiful moan as I shot again deep in her. She pushed her pussy down on my dick and shook as she climaxed again. This woman could fuck good. I lifted her legs up some and kept fucking her…she yelled with the good feeling. She squirmed and kept feeling my body over and over………
….The next day I stopped by the office and my boss smiled. He handed me a note. It said: “I want #12 (me) twice a week, no others will do. Lady L.” He handed me the money and a very big tip. He said you may have a problem. Lady L’s friends are calling and wanting your service, you schedule is full as of now.
…I had Lady L and some of her friends going and all was going well. I was left a note that ’L’ wanted a double session. I wondered what she was up to. I waited outside the blacked out room and the green light went on as usual. I entered and was greeted by L’s arms around me. She was already hot and breathing hard. She took my hand and lead me to the bed. I heard whispering. She was whispering to another female voice in the room. Two women? This was a first and sounded exciting. I felt her take my hand and place a very small female hand in it. She had brought in a small girl in with her?
…My mind flashed back to my first sex with a girl and how exciting that was. This small hand started feeling her way around me as I guess ’L’ was showing her the procedure. I could feel ’L’s hand guiding the small hand. They proceeded to undress me. ’L’s hand guided mine to this small girls body and her buttons and zippers. I began to undress the girl as I heard her take deep breaths.
…I had no idea who the small girl was but I sure wasn’t complaining. I knew that in some country’s young girls and guys are taken to a pro with experience for their first sex. Could I be so lucky as to get a young girl to fuck for her first time…she felt like she was a very young teen. I was liking this, but the risk and jail factor gave me an added excitement I’d never felt before.
….I didn’t say a word as per ’L’s written instructions not to talk. ’L’s big hand guided mine and the girls hand to feel each other, which we gladly did. She had pointy tits and a little pubic hair. As I felt her I got a big hardon instantly. This was no older feeling body and I was turned on. She laid me on the bed on top of the small girl. ’L’ guided me to suck on her tits. The girl liked that and squirmed underneath me. She held the sides of my face and guided me from one tit, then to the next. I heard ’L’ and her giggling and whispering something.
…I felt ’L’ getting in the bed also and she started feeling my body. They rolled me over slowly and I felt four hands feeling my hardon. More giggling and whispering. ’L’ guided the small hands all over and then I just felt the small hands feeling me. Soon I felt both of their breath’s on my hardon and then two tongues slowly licking me. The small hands jacked me and ’L’s hands helped. I felt two small lips on the tip of my hard on….
…’L’ thought….
…I bet #12 is sure surprised at this. A girl that feels like a very, very young girl and he getting to feel her. She’ll give him a very unexpected thrill. This will be her first time at this and I know he will be gentle with her. I hope he doesn’t mind…but…I like to feel her and him at the same time. I get to feel them getting at it. How many women get to feel that. He knows how to please me, so a little ’small’ girl will be my gift to him. I can tell by his breathing he’s hot for her and very turned on….
….Morgan….(#12)
….Whoever and whatever was going on, I was getting extremely aroused. I couldn’t help but think about the first girl I had ever had sex with. We both were awkward and fumbled around to get our pants down and fuck. I was my cousin in the back woods by my house. She had sex once before, so my dick went all the way in. It was a great feeling and a guy never forgets the very first time.
…I wondered…hmmm…maybe ‘L’ is letting this girl have her first sex…. supervised?…all I knew I wanted to fuck her bad now. They both sucked on my dick and jacked it. They stopped and I felt the girl move up on me. She started kissing me and holding my face. My hardon was right between her legs. I felt ’L’s hand guiding my dick into the girls tight pussy. The girl was squirming on me and worked her hips to line up my dick in her.
…In it went….tight, warm and wet. I let her set the pace as she breathing right in my ear now. I hear her faintly whisper: (..”..oh…oh…that feels so good ‘twelve,’… hold me tight..”) She now had the rhythm she wanted and was fucking deeper. I felt ‘L’s hand feeling my balls as we fucked. The girl whispered faintly again: (…”oh god twelve…oh god..”)….as she was up to her full speed now …I had to cum.
…It was a glorious thing to cum in her, I thrusted high as my dick shot hard in her. She was kissing me with multiple kisses at high speed. She lock on my lips and moaned in my mouth. Our bodies shook as we peaked together. She broke for air, then right back to her kisses on me. I kept shooting in her as she kept fucking and pushed in deep. She then stuck her lips in my ear and whispered: (“…oh…my…god…twelve…oh god…your so beautiful….oh…my god..”). She locked on me and held me tight. We were very hot now and both gasp for air…..we felt ’L’s hands rubbing us both. I think she was as excited as we were. She took my hand and had me rub her wet pussy
…Who was this girl?…and would she return? I was hot for her now and wanted a lot more of her.
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…Slowly they got off of me and got dressed. I was in a daze…. and got dressed. I left, and closed the door. The green light went out as they left. I sat there in a daze of a beautiful feelings that just kept on coming…..
….She didn’t return…yet. Two weeks later I was walking out to my car when a girl approached me. She was very pretty but looked about 13 yrs old. She had on a dress and her hair was in a braid. She smiled at me and simply said: “Number #12?”. She didn’t look like a cop, so I said: “Yes?”
….How old was she?….. I never ask and she never said as we talked. She said I was her first as her mom had set it up for her. (Did she say ‘mom’?)…so this was the girl ‘L’ had brought in the room with her.
….I could imagine the feel of handcuffs and being jerked into a police car now.
…’L’…..
…. Sitting in my car parked down a ways from where they are standing and talking is fun. I wanted her first to be a beautiful time. I knew #twelve would be gentle and do it right. I was right. Looking at them now…. she is so happy, she wants to be with him more. He’ll take good care of her……I love watching them as they walk arm and arm back to the small building.
…Morgan, .…
…..I told her my name was ’Morgan’. She said hers was ’Mia’. I gave her the code to get in the special room, as I went in the front door. The special room was empty for that evening….until we ’borrowed’ it for the night. I waited. I watched the green light go ’on’. I went in to the pitch black room. A small hand touched mine. I felt a small girl hugging me. I felt the clothes of a small girl, the little dress and I felt the braid of her hair. Now I knew who she was and what she looked like. I started undressing this little girl. There was no way I could not think I was tapping into a taboo, underage forbidden world. I let my hands take off her small clothes. Piece by piece I got her down to her little bra and panties. She then started in undressing me as well.
….Our hands did the seeing as we felt us all over for while. We were both so turned on our hearts beat hard. I was her new toy and she was mine….a sex driven toy that was real. I unhooked her bra and we both inched down or shorts and panties. I just had to pick her sweet little body up and place her on the big bed. We had all night to play. We turned every which way and kissed and licked us. She was on top once and whispered: (…”you feel so good, Morgan, I’m putting you in my toy box.”) I said back: (“I‘d like that Mia…sorry…looks like your stuck with me little girl.”) We both quietly giggled and wrapped our arms around each other…..
…How do you describe what it feels like to have a girl like this on top of you? Her flawless smooth body…just blooming into a young teen…yet acts like a woman who wants sex bad. Does she feel the risky feeling I do? She’s so light weight I can move her around like a doll. I love her slim smooth legs squatting on me and her rocking on my hardon with her little pussy.
I loved her little breathing as she got herself so turned on she moaned with her tiny voice.
…Mia’s thoughts….
….he has still never asked how old I am. I bet he thinks he’s fucking a 13yr old and is just not going to ask. All I know is I’m so hot for him and I want to keep him around. If he finds out I’m older, he may want to back out of being with me. I can’t let that happen. I’ll just let him enjoy thinking he’s getting to fuck an underage girl. I’ll dress and act the part for now. I’ve been branded a freak and a weirdo by everyone because my body never grew past the age of thirteen. So…Morgan… meet what you ‘think’ is a 13 year old girl, and I want to be with a man and have the hot sex I‘ve been denied for years. Finally my ‘SGS’…(’Stunted Growth Syndrome’) has given me the man I’ve always been looking for. I can pose as his 13 year old ’daughter’ or whatever perfectly, and no one will know my true age.
…Morgan…
…I couldn’t get enough of feeling her little body. If I was going to jail, I was first going to get all I could get from feeling her and then having the sex guys only fantasized about. I felt her put my hardon in her little pussy. It sure was tight and felt so damn good. She was on top and rocked on me. She could control the depth and pressure now and I let her work up at her own pace. I was in a guy’s heaven as she got hotter and hotter. She rolled me over and put her legs up. The feeling I got laying on top of her was awesome. I put her little legs on my chest and we started in. Here was the forbidden fruit, the no, no, the taboo again and yet it seemed so natural to us. We slow fucked for while as I loved to hear her little voice moan as she kissed me so hot. Her little tongue now was darting in my mouth as she gasp for breath. I seemed to into dreamland with all the good feelings. She began to moan louder and fuck me deeper. For a 13yr old pussy…it felt perfect. She liked to squirm it around my hardon as to get all the feeling she could…..
…Mia…
….this was the best ever. Our first sex I was so nervous, but not now. I loved feeling him on top of me. His hardon filled my pussy tight and it was now coming alive with exciting joy. Mom had sheltered me from guys knowing no guy wanted a freak who would never grow up into a full size woman. All I got was to feel myself and put my little hairbrush handle in my pussy. I had discovered about rubbing my clit along with fucking my hairbrush and that was all the sex I got. I had secretly watch porn and now I had so many things I wanted to try. I had to let him know. We continued to slow fuck and enjoy the super aroused feelings of it all.
I was in my own heaven of euphoria. We both began to fuck faster as it built up in us. I held him so tight as the super high began. We let it go to it’s max. I had to yell out as he moaned with me. I felt it.
…His hot blast of cum filling my small pussy. It gushed everywhere as we peaked together. I was lost in feelings as we both felt like we were floating. He was cuming and cuming as my mind floated away…somewhere…spasms that shocked us as we shook….we were one now and I was going to never let go of him….
…Morgan…
…I had found the ultimate for me. We spent the whole night doing all the things she and I wanted to do. She now knew what it was like to be licked into a climax. She knew now how it felt to have hot cum shooting in her mouth …while having her little pussy licked…..
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….I got a knock on my door. There stood two cops. It seems a ’neighbor’ had seen us on my back patio and spotted me groping an underage girls pussy and tits. They reported me and the cops had to respond. I smiled and invited them in. I told them to have seat on the couch. I yelled real loud: “MIA” The cops both jumped a little. She came skipping down the stairs smiling. She had on her tiny little shorts, a tiny tube top and long pig tails. “Was this the girl.” I said in a gruff fatherly voice? They said that fit the description they were given. I looked at Mia and pointed to her purse. She hippity hopped across the room. She hippity hopped back and showed them her Photo I.D. drivers license. It showed:
….“ Age – 25“.
….They looked at the license and back at her about 10 times. Mia walked over and hung on my arm. She fiddled with her rings. She said in her little girls voice:
…”Did my husband do something wrong?”

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